"Couch at My Parents House" lyrics

"Couch at My Parents House"

Round 3pm school bell rings
We'd go to the place
We spread our wings
I'd been dreaming about you all day
Walk from there, talk the whole way

Your mom and dad were both so strict
My mom and dad didn't give a shit
We'd spend the evenings making out
On the couch at my parents' house

We fell in love
We'd fall asleep
Who'd a thought that we were dreaming the same dream
I'd stay here
You'd have to go
And I'd miss you til I kiss you here tomorrow
On the couch at my parents' house

Put on a movie we didn't watch
Just laughing 'bout how bad we are
Mom's upstairs can't take it too far
Sit up straight if you hear dads car

You'd lay your body over mine
We sync our breath, in perfect time
You breathe in, and I breathe out
On the couch at my parents' house

We fell in love
We'd fall asleep
Who'd a thought that we were living the same dream
I'd stay here
You'd have to go
And I'd miss you til I kiss you here tomorrow
On the couch at my parents house

You tell me how you hate your scars
I go on about how pretty they are
Secrets pour out of your mouth
On the couch at my parents' house
They was nothing but right here right now

On the couch at my parents' house
On the couch at my parents' house


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